An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 251 Pulling the "Nail" (Part 1)
Gradually, Meng Youyou actually came to like working the night shift.

In the dead of night, when there is no artillery fire, the mountains are so quiet that you can hear the chirping of insects, and the static from the shortwave radio station is particularly clear in the darkness.

Y Army's radio communications were most frequent in the early morning hours, when the fog was thickest and artillery fire was least.

The highland observation post in Area A is perched on the cliff on the southeast side of the main peak of L Mountain, like an eye that never closes.

Every time the first rays of dawn appear, before the morning mist has dissipated, the three observation holes of the observation post will work simultaneously: Hole No. 1 will watch the rotation of troops at the Y Army's forward positions, Hole No. 2 will monitor the transportation situation on the deep highway, and Hole No. 3 will be specifically responsible for recording the coordinates of artillery fire.

Looking out from observation hole number three here, the movements of enemy troops within a 20-kilometer radius are all visible—the supply convoys in the Nuola River Valley, the artillery positions on the banks of the Qingshui River, and even the antenna array on the roof of the Y Army's 148th Regiment command post are all exposed under the crosshairs of the Type 62 telescope.

The forward observation posts are both the eyes that control the battle and the most dangerous bullseye.

To the enemy, it is a thorn in their side, and they are determined to get it.

Within a month of Meng Youyou's arrival, the A-area observation post had already been attacked by enemy special forces no less than five times, making it a key infiltration target for the Y Army's special forces.

The most dangerous time was when the enemy had already ventured into the minefield and at one point approached the perimeter of the snake-belly barbed wire fence, which was less than 100 meters away from the observation post.

If they hadn't been incredibly unlucky to step on a landmine, and if the reinforced regiment stationed at the foot of the mountain hadn't sent timely reinforcements, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Each failed attack increased the value of the observation post—it was like a thorn in the throat of the Y Army, forcing them to risk their lives to remove it time and again.

That night, the downpour came without warning. Meng Youyou was not surprised; she was used to the unpredictable weather in this place.

Meng Youyou was recording a radio conversation from the Y Army's engineering company. Xiao Bai hadn't left yet either; the listening room was dimly lit, the bulbs low in wattage.

The man sat to one side, his brows furrowed into a deep frown, deep in thought, engrossed in deciphering a newly intercepted coded message from the enemy, the paper covered with a variety of strange symbols.

Suddenly, a muffled thud came from the direction of observation hole number three. The two quickly pulled away from their work, looked up at the same time, and exchanged a brief glance.

The alarm blared, tearing through the rainy night. Meng Youyou instinctively opened the drawer, took out her codebook, and stuffed it into the waterproof bag lining her clothes.

Xiao Bai swiftly gathered all the work records and documents in the listening room, tossed them all into a tin bucket, and poured in gasoline. The flickering flames immediately engulfed the documents. Meanwhile, a dense barrage of gunfire filled the air outside the listening room. The distinctive "rat-a-tat-tat" of our Type 56 assault rifles was suddenly punctuated by the rapid, continuous bursts of fire from the VK-47—meaning the enemy had breached the outer defenses.

Only the radio station remained unprocessed, and the two exchanged another glance.

They are currently in a listening room and are unaware of the situation outside, or the specific level of the crisis.
This radio is the latest model of equipment sent from the rear to the front lines and modified. Its sensitivity is nearly three times higher than before, and it can capture the frequency-hopping communication signals newly used by the Y Army's special forces—this is the encryption mode they just changed to counter our army's eavesdropping.

The number of these new radios is limited, and each one is extremely valuable.

Radio stations are a key channel for intelligence gathering, and destroying them indiscriminately unless absolutely necessary would be counterproductive. The two of them were unsure how to handle them.

Just as the two hesitated, an extremely pungent stench suddenly seeped into the listening room through the crack in the door.

The smell was like rotting entrails mixed with sulfur, or like burning plastic mixed with chili powder.

The moment Meng Youyou smelled it, tears welled up in her eyes, and her throat felt as if it were being tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

She saw Xiao Bai's face turn purplish-red instantly, and veins bulged on his forehead. "This is..." The man's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Translation team! Evacuate immediately!" A figure wearing a steel helmet burst open the iron door of the listening room.

Meng Youyou recognized him as Squad Leader Liu from the guard platoon. The barrel of his Type 56 assault rifle was still smoking. He shouted at the two men, "The enemy's firepower is very strong this time. We can't hold out for long. You two, retreat with me through the cave passage immediately! Hurry!" He braced his shoulder against the door frame while taking off his gas mask from his waist and handing it to the two men.

Upon hearing the order, Meng Youyou did not hesitate any longer. She decisively lifted the bottom cover of the radio on the table with one hand and used all her strength to break the green enameled wire inside with the other. Just as she was about to bend down to reach for the gasoline bottle under the cutting board, her vision was suddenly blocked by something—Xiao Bai put the gas mask on her face.

Without any delay, as soon as Meng Youyou picked up the gasoline bottle, she saw the man use a screwdriver to pry open the radio panel, and the important chip was quickly removed and crushed.

Squad Leader Liu, who was guarding the door, urged, "Are you ready? Come with me!"

The outdoor air was filled with bluish-yellow smoke. As soon as Xiao Bai went outside, he accidentally inhaled a large mouthful of smoke, and instantly coughed so hard that he bent over and spat out a mouthful of saliva with traces of blood.